One of the greatest cult shows of all-time, and probably the first TV show that I both discovered and adored all on my own. I used to stay up into the wee hours watching Joel, Crow and Tom Servo hilariously riff on bad movies.

This is the perfect show for a desert island because it would feel as if the MST3K crew is watching along with me. They might be the closest thing to friends I find on the island.

Desert Island Movie Directors – Honorable Mention – Wes Anderson

Another one that just missed the top five. I love every fussed-over minute of Anderson’s melancholy comedies. His early films are nothing short of sublime but even his misses offer a lot to ponder and enjoy.

His latest film, The Grand Budapest Hotel, was a triumph of comic anarchy and a blissful return to form.

Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read
The statue’s crying too and well he may

I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

I remember watching you watch the Mystery Science Theater and getting a kick out of it too. Most of West Anderson’s films I really enjoy but there have been a couple-not so much; but I agree it would be worth having them on the island.

Oh thank you so much. I LOVE this song but have never gotten the lyrics right. I thought “the statue’s crying too and well he may” was “the statue’s crying too and Willie Mays”. I must print these out and listen again. :)